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In Milan, this happens on an early Sunday morning, a friend of this girl
(she lives in Sardinia), in Milan, a friend of this girl sees the Madonna
appearing in his bedroom. And you say: gooood!...
The Madonna says to this guy: “Call this woman's brother because
she's killing herself.” This guy, while the Madonna is in his room,
gets the phone and calls her brother. This is crazy.
And her brother says “Come on, the Madonna, are you joking?
Are we getting crazy?
No, he keeps on insisting and the guy cannot do it anymore and goes
“Ok, now I am going to check. Do not worry.”
He goes downstairs, raise the shutter, an the woman was getting ready
and says, “No, no, don't worry, I am only putting things straight.
What, killing myself? I can't even think about it!”
“Ok, thanks. Then your friend is dumb.” He lowers the shutter, goes back upstairs
And the woman starts to organize again everything for her suicide.
In Milan, after approximately half an hour, the Madonna appears again
in this guy's room. And the Madonna says to him, “look...”
and says again the same story.
This guy, out of his mind, calls again and again and again until 5pm,
until her brother goes downstairs and finds that she did try to kill herself.
They take her, bring her to the hospital, and save her through a gastric lavage.
But she told me, “Something is wrong, because I killed myself, I did,
but there's something wrong:
first my body should have been all completely destroyed by the chlorine
and instead I had only a little spot here, behind my thigh
(where the skin was destroyed)
Then I undressed myself. How come I found myself all dressed
and with my scarf on my neck? Something doesn't make sense.”
So, we get this person, hypnotize her, and we make her remember
the moment in which she wants to kill herself.
And in that moment the Madonna appears also to her,
with some more Madonnas which take her and with some weird military people.
They take her inside a mountain which opens and where she gets in
through an elevator; goes five floors downstairs and
there they operate her: they start to stick some pieces of skin everywhere and
they use a strange lavage... blood.
Something was going in through the lef arm and going out through the right arm.
And then they put her back there.
When she goes to the hospital (she had taken a whole small bottle
of Lorazepam. Full), the doctor will say that her blood looked like distilled water.
Distilled water.
Something made sure that you cannot die because you are a cow to milk.
A good cow to milk. Because you have lots of energy.
Or, what about that guy from Piaggio? This guy goes back home
on Friday evening and he decides to kill himself.
He locks himself in the house, his parents were not there.
And I say from Piaggio because he used to be a worker for Piaggio.
He built scooters.
And he gets the usual little bottle of Lorazepam,
and we are doing a good commercial for Lorazepam.
He finds himself in the hospital. In the hospital with the usual problem.
Gastric lavage. But the blood test doesn't show
any results “I don't understand why”, bla bla...
Without saying anything to him, I get him I hypnotize him, because
we were trying to understand this, and at that time we were just
at the first stages, so we hadn't totally understood
what was happening,
and without saying to him what I was going to make him remember,
I put him in the right conditions that allow him to remember his own suicide.
And the story that he tells is completely different.
He goes inside his house, takes this little bottle of Lorazepam…
for no reason. Why? No idea, I don't know...
he drinks this stuff, he eats it and, at a certain point I ask him:
"Who is with you?" and he says, under hypnosis: "There's the tall one."
"The tall one? How tall is the tall one?" “Phew, he is at least 7'2”.”
“Does he make it through the door?” “No, he doesn't.”
“How is he dressed?” “In blue and his suit is all tight.
And he has orange hair and his eyes have a vertical pupils.”
“And what is he doing there?” “Ah, where he came out from.”
“Is he saying anything to you?” “Yes. He speaks in my head.”
“And what does he says?” “What did you do? Idiot!”
“and what do you say to him?” “Eh… nothing.”
“And what does he say?” “And he says: call your friend,
call your friend, and tell him to come here right away! Call your friend!”
“And what do you do?” “I… call my friend.” - that is the one
who will then call the ambulance. “Call your friend!”
“And then what does he do?” “And then he picks me up in his arms,
arm in arm, and he makes me walk back and forth, back and forth,
and he tells me: don't fall asleep! Don't fall asleep! Don't fall asleep!”
Because he needs to try to get rid of the toxins.
“And who opened the door? Who opened the gate downstairs?”
Because they were close from the inside; he was going to find them open!
And the ambulance could enter and bring him to the hospital!
This is just an example.
Or: in the disco. A guy, in the disco. He goes to the disco , and his friends,
(he had never used any drugs) his friends, just to tease him,
in inverted commas, give him a drink with some Crack.
He goes immediately into coma, and will stay like that,
without a beating heart for 15 minutes. Meaning he is dead!
After 15 minutes he wakes up, a little bit ***, and he says:
“Do you know that I know what happened to me?
Because I was there, dead, but I wasn't dead.
I was looking at all that people. Instead, all of a sudden,
I came out of my body and I was looking from above what was happening.
And there was my friend who went in his car, outside of the disco,
to get something from the dashboard, which was a syringe,
he came back and he also gave me this injection.
The day after he met his friend and said to him:
but did you do this, that and this other thing?
And his friend says: “…me? you? How do you know?
Actually I didn't say this to anybody.”
15 people around this man who was for 15 minutes without his heart beating.
This guy lives again!
And at a certain point, his friends, a little bit *** after the disco,
see a weird shining shape which comes out of this wretch!
This shining shape... that's him.
And this guy, under hypnosis, when he describes what happened,
he sees that there are some tall beings, white haired and with six fingers
which take him and bring him in their flying machine
and they put back in order, partially, the Soul Component
which had left the body, and they force it again inside the container,
but this is not enough because after a while, he, his friends see again
this shining thing which goes back in the body and they say:
“here we are all drugged”, which it was likely to be true.
He wakes up after 15 minutes without his heart beating and he is alive!
But this is not the end because, after that when he is ***, he sits on a armchair,
and he waits until the end of the night. But this is not the end because
at a certain point he feels the need to go out.
Out of the disco there's a beach. At a certain point, time stops and
some people come out, this time tall and red haired,
dressed in light blue, with 5 fingers and vertical pupils, and take him with them.
They bring him up, they lay him on a little bed and
they give him the usual blood transfusion, saying: “Don't let them fool you
anymore… otherwise it's gonna be a mess.”
Then they kick him in the *** and he finds himself sleeping on a deckchair
on the beach.
His friends, at 6am, go looking for him and they find him there.
Because they thought – he is dead, maybe he jumped in a ditch somewhere –
but actually he is pretty good … but he doesn't remember all of the things
that happened, which he will remember instead under hypnosis.
Meaning he remember everything. He remembers also what his friends did
without telling him. And he is able to
– and his friends afterwards strangely confirm this because
they will think of him, from that day on, with suspicion… there you go…
Or, at a certain point, a certain person (this is a woman under hypnosis)
I know that this woman, during the preliminary talks we usually have,
tells me a part of her life and she tells me about an accident,
about a dream, about an accident…
No, actually it is a real accident, that she had. She was riding a motorbike,
yes, a motorbike, in a certain area, and she got squished by a truck.
And she only remembers that a tall blond man was keeping up her head